Ah Christmas… All your friends are gathered around the tree, laughing and stringing popcorn They’re wearing matching PJ’s, singing carols, drinking cocoa and opening those perfectly wrapped presents where the lid just lifts off and no paper gets torn. At least that’s how I picture it. Probably because I am not on the guest list!
It can be lonely being a Jew on Christmas. You can’t even go to the supermarket for solace. They’re closed! Sure there is that certain relief that the endless loop of holiday songs at the mall, pharmacy and gas station is *finally* going to end (who really needs to hear Silent Night while pumping gas and picking up a slushie?), but it’s hard not to feel like an outsider with your nose pressed up against the glass as the instagram photos stream in.
Growing up, my family spent Christmas Eve with close friends. We went to their house for Christmas, and they came to ours for Passover. We had smoked salmon and a lot of love in common, and I looked forward to those gatherings each year. But these days, I got nothing!
So I offer you, friends and family alike, a peek into my world. Less cocoa, more mu shu. Some of it’s slightly naughty and some of it’s nice. In case you were wondering… here’s what (we) Jews do on Christmas!
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